2009/01/28

She went into the bathroom. She closed the door! So he couldn't watch. No free pleasures, he saw, was one of the rules. Naked, he sat on the bed, picked the Blake from the bureau top, and read,

The Lamb misus'd breeds Public strifeAnd yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.The Bat that flits at close of EveHas left the Brain that won't Believe.

The toilet flushed; the faucets purred. She emerged still wearing those bothersome, unlovely boots, and gave his limp penis a glance he thought scornful. Only the alcohol helped him ask, «Want to lie down?»